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Bru: I do got a thing. Science club, but it’s wrapping up early so I should be there. *smile emoji*

Wells: Sweet!

Ares: Fuck yeah! And Sloane can’t. She’s going to a boring as shit art thing tonight with Dad. Right, little? *wink emoji*

Dorian: Hold up. That art show is tonight? Awesome, little fighter, and Wolf, shut the fuck up.

Ares: *kiss emoji*

Thatcher: Okay, so that’s my thing so…

Ares: Yeah, and I’m taking it. Like I said, little is busy. So it’s just us guys tonight.

Bow: Still here. *blushing emoji*

Ares: And Bow. Sorry, Rainbow.

Bow: No big, and that art show with Ramses is tonight?? Ahh! So fun! *heart emoji* *star emoji* *rainbow emoji*

Me: It is, and I’m looking forward to it. And it’s fine, Dorian. Ares is an uncultured swine so Bocelli’s work would go over his head anyway. *wink emoji*

Ares: The fuck ever.

Ares: Also, where are you at? Dad’s getting ready but haven’t seen you.

Me: OMW. Have to pick up something first.

Me: It’s a gift for Ramses.

*

I didn’t expect to see anyone at the house my brother and I had stayed at when we’d first arrived, but it wasn’t empty as I approached. In fact, beyond the gate was a fury of activity, movers. Several men and women were in brown bibs, and each one hauled boxes or furniture out of the house into moving trucks parked outside the garage.

The garage was open too, and I parked inside it, sending the Legacy group text one last text. I hadn’t told them where I was getting my gift for Ramses, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I didn’t think it was a big deal I’d decided to stop by my old place after school to get some of my artwork, but they might. The guys had gotten most of our clothes from there and school uniforms that day I’d met Ramses and Brielle, but everything else my brother and I owned had been virtually left behind. I think, at the time, neither of us had wanted to bring any of it up, and Ramses and Brielle had provided pretty much anything we needed anyway.

This meant I’d been forced to leave behind the majority of my artwork and anything Thatcher hadn’t grabbed for me that one day. I’d had lots of constellation pieces still at Callum’s glass house, my best stuff actually, and had been meaning to get back here for a while to get them.

I didn’t expect the place to be packed, though, people moving in and out. I thought about turning around, but if Callum had sent people to clean the place out, I definitely didn’t want to lose my stuff. Like stated, my best work was in there, and I wanted to give Ramses one of my constellation pieces. I knew I didn’t have to give him a gift, but I wanted to. Those tickets had been very generous.

Anyway, I thought he’d like one of my smaller pieces, so I went ahead and turned off my Hummer in the garage. I hadn’t told Ramses and Brielle I didn’t want to drive Godfrey’s Chevelle anymore, but Dorian must have because the next day, the car was gone and replaced with the Hummer. The black beast was the same model as Ares’s, and I’d wondered if it fit my style until I’d gotten behind the wheel.

The thing ended up being perfect for me, and it was newer than Ares’s, so I got to brag about that. He grumbled a little bit every time I did, but I didn’t think he was too sore about the ride because he offered to help me paint a statement piece on it like his wolf this summer. He said it was something we could work on together, and I was looking forward to that. We also did work well together.

Grabbing my purse, I got out of the car. I thought maybe I could sweep in and out, get my stuff, but I stopped the moment I spotted a familiar face. Callum’s bodyguard, Lucas, was outside with the rest of the movers, and when he noticed me, he approached my Hummer.

I adjusted my bag, trying not to feel awkward. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him or Callum since that last day at the hospital.

Since you ran.

Yeah, I tried not to be awkward, and he raised a hand as he got close.

“Good afternoon, Miss Sloane,” he said, always so formal. He had a long wool coat on, his breaths puffing in the wintry air. “Can I help you with something? We’re actually just gathering up your things along with the rest of the house. Callum had intended to ship everything that was yours to you.”

He had? My mouth parted. “I actually was going to grab a couple things. That’s why I came. Probably should have called.”

Called who, I didn’t know. I mean, I guess I could have at least told Bru to mention it to Callum.

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